Every year it snows in Portland. The city shuts down for a day to four. We are at the forecasted low. The question begs: will we have a snow day tomorrow?
As I sit on the plane, surrounded by the hum of the engine and the chill of the window, I can’t help but notice the person in front of me repeatedly adjusting their seat, each movement a grating assault on my laptop screen. The journey back to Portland, high above the clouds, prompts reflections on the comforts of home and the complexities of travel.